I don't like dirt under finger nails, letting kids crawl around at the ball park, or stained clothes.
When EK found this puddle in the yard made from some spraying the boys had just done, I didn't pull her out.
And I didn't say any scolding words to her brother who quickly followed her lead.
Maybe I was just worn out from the grief work I'd been doing.
Maybe I was just more relaxed than I'd been in the past.
Maybe I've changed a little - like the kids have just worn down my anti-mud standards!
I just sighed and observed and commented, "Wow, it looks like you two are having a good time in that good, soft, mud." (Which is a reference to one of DHH's all time favorite books, Small Pig)
I let them have an hour to just play and squeal, and later they played together with the push toys.
We had a great time watching their mud play, and I cannot imagine refusing an occasional mud time.
And, if you were wondering, the mud stains came out of the cloth diaper! Which is good, because Rumperooz are pricey and fantastic!